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poetic~we laughed, we loved, we lived {by sarah nean bruce}

it seemed he always laughed with everyone & he certainly smiled nearly all the time with me. in his eyes he was one of the few who looked happy. he was the nicest and sweetest and sincerest boy I probably ever met and then loved… and i think i might have even strove to find another like him over the years. . even tho i had barely lived, let alone loved, i, as a teenaged girl, laughed fully with him, i theorized about «living happily ever after» before him, i romanticized those fleeting electric moments about him, i even fantasized later on those warm embraces with him… . alas, i had actually encountered a rare teenage boy who was fun and funny and nice and genuine ~ I saw no darkness in him. our hearts were liquid light a thousand kisses whispering silent words of sweetness a million moments spilling innocence the tender breath of babes rendered our tongues to be tied for decades. . but way back when our peers ~ with hypocrite hearts and jealous minds and fearful souls ~ had already decided our fate and pressed upon us to be apart. so that was the inevitable and expedited end before a real start as we mutually agreed to part for explained, beknownst yet unfathomed reasons. we shared a few last gentle smiles, then a little laughter, love and living before we extracted one another from each heart. . . i reflect back now on how a naïve philosophy yet pure simplicity of laughing and loving and living developed so early, evolved so quickly, effervesced so sincerely. did it wane & wax over time as it became imbued with dark and light life experiences? … with me it really wouldn’t or couldn’t fade away even when bombarded by a world weary pseudo-reality. . . I am grateful for time and for distance and for retrospection and for introspection as it works wonders with a present and a perpetual perception of past loves, past lives, past laughs. . and i am glad to have made that lovely connection and interconnection way back then and this sweet reconnection and recollection a few days ago. it reinforces and reignites that teenage girl in me with the zeal and with the belief and with the passion transformed to laughing, loving, living happily ever now with myself… and maybe another beau one day. . thanks to that immortal boy i revisited the other night after thirty years with laughter still in his eyes a perpetual smile still on his lips and an ever kind heart on his sleeve reminding me of eternal hope and endless love.

~sarah nean bruce

{iPhoto by sarah nean bruce}

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